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Amy Levy

At a Dinner Party

With fruit and flowers the board is deckt,
The wine and laughter flow;
I’ll not complain—could one expect
So dull a world to know?
 
You look across the fruit and flowers,
My glance your glances find.—
It is our secret, only ours,
Since all the world is blind.

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